Imagine: having been part of team x, being Victor's friend and Stryker sent Victor to kill you but he couldn't.
You had belonged to Stryker's team but you left when they started hunting mutants but the only thing you missed was your friend Victor.
You texted him and called him but he never responded. You were in an apartment sitting on your couch watching a movie until you heard a knock on the door. You got up turning off the television. You went to the door and opened it.
Y/N: I already told you that I will pay the rent in a week.
You saw that the person who knocked on the door was not the landlord but Victor.
Victor: kitten with money problems
You smiled as you hugged him.
Y/n: Victor, how have you been? Come on, don't stay there
You let him pass, he entered looking at the place. You were very happy to see your old friend.
Y/N: Have a seat, do you want to have something to drink? I have beer if you want.
you said as you stood in the kitchen.
Victor: I won't stay long.
Y/N: Then why did you come, I called you, I sent you a message and you didn't answer.
He looked at you like he didn't know what you were saying.
y/n: tell me why did you come?
He just looked at you like you knew what he came for.
y/n: wait... am I sending you Stryker?
Victor: Yes.
You tilted your head knowing why he came for you.You had found out about Bradley's death. You heard him address you while he was in front of you.
Y/N: I thought Wade would be the one to come for me.
you said letting out a small sad laugh as you looked at him.
y/n: will it hurt?
He looked at you as he smiled, taking your jaw in his hands, you felt his claws hurt your skin.
Victor: yes at first but then you will love it I promise
You looked at him with a frown, feeling his lips on yours.
Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.
Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)
All my knowledge about the flowers I found on this link
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Victor Creed (SABERTOOTH)
PINK CAMELLIA: Longing for you
Victor lives his long life with little to no memories, as most are filled with shocking trauma and events. As years passed and you met him, he was emotionally stunned, fearing what to say and show. The relationship was blooming and bubbling into a fresh memory Victor did not want to miss, but his life did not build him that way. Books helped a lot to him, for him to communicate in ways he needed to express to you his love, his devotion, and his happiness.
You keep every single post-it note, notes in your books, phone, and bathroom mirror he has left. Victor wished to show more of himself in small ways. And therefore, he went for a long walk around the city trying to find a token he could present to you with pride. And then he stopped in front of a flower shop, not looking at all the roses it had on display but at the daintiest petals—pink Camellia. An older lady approaches him, saying.
"Their meanings are Longing For You."
Victor's mind clicks, "I'll buy it."
Returning home, he presents the flowers to you with a slightly spoken tone "I thought of you when I saw them."
Loki
HONEYSUCKLE: Bonds of Love
Ever since Loki decided to take the position as Thor's right hand in governing New Asgard, he inescapably made date nights a fantasy to have. Seeing him several times a month and a few weekly calls doesn't leave much to it. It was as heavy for Loki as for you. Two lovers from different realms trying to make it work. With that, the distance made Loki a nuisance to your delivery man. Every day at 11 am, at your door with a package in hand. At this point in time, you are on a first-name basis.
"Morning, Y/n. Back again."
"Morning, Stephen. Thanks again. Have a cookie."
Loki sent small things that could be delivered easier and faster so you could feel his presence somehow. Most of the packages held a few popular treats, accompanied by letters from him depicting how his day was and always, at the end, writing how much he misses you and cannot wait to have you in his arms. In a new package from today, this one was the most fascinating. Opening the brown box, Hologram butterflies exited the box flying around the room, glowing slightly green as they dispersed into thin air. Looking down, you see delicate branches colored with pink and orange petals, each branching out in their own direction, forming a halo-like shape. Opening your phone, you snap a picture and google search for its name
"Honeysuckles? Hmm...Thanks, Wikipedia. Now let us see the meaning."
Bonds of love.
"Oh, how I miss you, Loki."
Thor
MARJORAM: Joy and happiness
Thor was in a tight position. He was now leading New Asgard on Earth and managed to convince you to try and live in this new area so you could be with him. Not ready to fully move there, you decided to live there for the next 3 months, taking a well-deserved break from work. Living there was a new experience, and you were there to witness the city's first town meeting, first competitions, first restaurant openings, and, as of this moment, the first festival with Thor in hand. Even Loki was there looking somewhat happy but primarily absent.
"You good, Loki?"
"A bit. Seeing the Asgardian people happy makes me joyous, but I miss my lover."
"When are you seeing them?"
"In a few days. They do not know. It will be a surprise."
You looked at him, offering a comforting hug as the people walked around enjoying themself. The sky rumbled, announcing Thor's imminent arrival. Thor's step continued to rumble, and Loki stepped away from you, joining the crowd. Thor was now in front of you, smile beaming and hands full of... green leaves?
"MY DARLING!!" Thor shouted
"Thor...no need to shout. I am in front of you."
"Excuse me! Here you go!"
Thor offers the bouquet of green leaves to you. You accept, sniffing the faint smell of herbs.
"Are these used for... cooking?"
"Yes, I mean, no. Well, the nice lady in the flower shop told me they complement any meat, fish, or vegetable."
"Thanks, I guess..."
"That is not the point of those flowers. Their meanings are Joy and Happiness. Which I feel those feelings when I am with you."
Thor explained nervously, glancing at you with hearty eyes, hoping you would like them as much as he loves you.
"I love you... and the flowers." you replied
Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider)
BLUE AND RED SALVIA: I think of you/ Forever mine
Bucky loves love. Because of you. He cherished the moments he got to experience in this new modern life when he thought it would be a throw-away line. He adored each of those love-filled moments and loved making them even more. Bucky had a small notebook at all times with him where he wrote each moment he did with you, keeping an excellent timeline as well as future notes on what he should do next time. While looking at his notebook, he noticed the lack of gift-giving, especially flowers. Flowers for Bucky where a personalized and live-like message for your lover. And therefore, he decided to find flowers that were the definition of BUCKY. Walking to market place, Bucky walked among the fresh fruits and produce, looking and thinking until his gaze was filled with so many flowers. Stopping at the sight, Bucky hears a thoughtful voice inquiring
"Looking for a unique flower?"
"Yes, for my partner. Something that would depict me as a flower, if there is a flower like that." Bucky speaks self-doubt lacing his voice
"Of course there is; flowers speak many languages."
Bucky nodded, looking at the flowers stopping at two different versions of the same densely packed tubular flowers with velvety leaves. Red and blue.
"Those are Salvia. The red ones mean 'Forever Mine', and the blue ones mean 'I Think Of You'. Hummingbirds and butterflies love them."
"I do call Y/n hummingbird from time to time." Bucky whispered while taking out his wallet to pay, "I'll take them both."
Arriving in a better mood back home, Bucky found his love lounging on the couch. Walking to you with light ninja steps, he placed the flowers in front of you.
"Suprise!"
Steve Rogers (Captian America)
HOLLY: Defense, Domestic Happiness
Steve was on many missions, which were given with his work/lifestyle. So he relished in it when he was home with you. His housewife kink was really showing (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). He adored it when he was doing the laundry with you, doing the dishes, decorating the room the way you like, and planting new herbs and vegetables in your garden. Steve was sold on the whole fantasy he has with you. And he wanted you to show you that. Everyday. Every second.
With that, Steve went on a hunt to find flowers he knew would communicate that. Steve hopped onto a public train in his best 'don't look at me, I know I am famous' disguise, glimpsing at the passing city inching closer to the town center and hopping off his stop going towards a flower shop as he goes cautiously to the lady
"Good day, ma'am. The name is Frank Castle, and I am looking for a flower that would communicate that I love my home and my partner." Steve said, trying not to be suspicious of his 'real name.'
"That name rings a bell, but you don't seem familiar from the photos I have seen of 'Frank.'" The lady says with a hint of suspicion in her voice, looking at the tall blonde up and down. But he wasn't the only one who appeared in front of her with a fake name, and she was a pro at sniffing out a fake. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to put the man in a tight spot.
"Is there a flower you like? Any flower that speaks to you?" She asked. Steve, I mean Frank, looks at the flowers, seeing all kinds of colors and textures in an ecstasy of nature's artistic expression. Finding a dainty four-petal flower so tiny and minuscule an untrained eye would not catch its beauty.
"That is a Holly. They mean 'Defense' and 'Domestic Happiness'." Steve smiled at the flowers that were the size of a pin, smiling gleefully, "I'll take them."
Walking back home with a bouquet in hand, steve opens the door seeing Y/n making dinner. "Y/n? Turn around." Turning around, steve smiles at your surprised smile, appearing in a second when seeing the flowers.
"A little something so you know what I feel when I am with you."
Bruce Wayne (Batman)
IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor
Bruce knew he had it good with you. Really good. You were so, so SO understanding of him, his actions, and his double life. Not even once doubting him but being there with him. Bruce wanted you to know how much he loves you for that, and there were so many ways he could show you that. Trips, gifts, new adventures in new parts of the world, you name it, he will give it to you in seconds. But Bruce remembered that the smallest things mean the most, something he learned from his father when he saw him give his mother flowers every single day when returning from work. As Bruce was in his 'day' office, he called up a number of the oldest flower shop in Gotham, knowing the owner quite well.
"Mr. Wayne. Good to hear from you." The lady said happily
"Mrs. Flowerbottom. Always good to hear from you as well. I would need your expertise. I have been with my lover for a few months now, and I would like some flowers that describe them."
"Of course. And how would you describe your lover, Mr. Wayne?" "They are smart, brave, trust me, and I trust them, and quite simply, they are my hope for a better future." The lady chuckles at the honey-covered words from the billionaire former playboy looking at flowers that describe y/n to the bone.
"I am looking at them right now. Would you like to add a note?" "Yes, it would be: "Thank you for being yourself. I love you with all my strength and heart. Yours always, Bruce.""
Hanging up and finishing up the day, Bruce entered his car smiling, knowing that in a few hours, his lover will a unique surprise back in their shared home. Arriving back at Wayne manor. Bruce looks at the enormous bouquet of Hydrangeas standing proudly in the middle of the living room, a small note with a definition of irises at the bottom of the bouquet
IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor
The keys jingle again as you enter, seeing Bruce standing next to the bouquet, saying softly
"These are for you."
Clark Kent (Superman)
YARROW: Everlasting love
Clark was a Boy Scout. Everyone called him that; the man was a boy at heart personified. His smile never dropped, he was always ready to help others, and he was a lovesick puppy at heart. So lovesick. Clark breathed you. His demeanor changed completely when he was with you. He was and still is diving head-first into the relationship. Telling you about his plans with you having a house, having kids, and an all-around perfect life. He wanted it with you.
Clark made it his everlasting task to bring you home flowers every day after work. To show you that he loves you to the ends of the universe and back. One day when he was going to his usual flower shop he saw new flowers, flowers that weren't there yesterday. And those flowers beckoned him to come closer, sniff them, and be entranced in their intoxicating smell. "They are called Yarrow." the lady said, smiling at the glasses-wearing dork. "They mean Everlasting Love."
Clark smiles at the yellow droplet-like flowers taking them in hand and smelling the sweet and tangy fragrance. Waving the lady goodbye, promising to arrive again tomorrow as he heads home to his love. Hearing the door open, you walk towards Clark, ready to give him his welcome home kiss, but before you can do that, Clark shows you yellow flowers with the tangiest smell.
"For my everlasting love."
Arthur Curry (Aquaman)
ASTER: Symbol of Love and Daintiness
Arthur loved to scare and surprise you. He loved to go behind the couch to scare you and then present you with a small gift to make you not angry at him. Trinkets such as seashells, funny coffee mugs, or even t-shirts were out of context and confusing. It was funny, really. And sometimes Arthur can go overboard with the scares to the point where you get mad at him and make him sleep on the couch. Like today, Arthur woke up with a stiff neck and aching back while you were well-slept and making yourself your morning tea. Arthur messed up big time, and he was on a mission to make it better by the end of the day. Running like a headless chicken to town, Arthur zoomed past people startling them along the way. Halting to a stop, he sees his salvation, a flower shop. Walking inside, he is greeted by a lady seeing him disheveled and out of breath.
"Please, help me. I messed up with my dove, and I need your best flowers." He pleaded
"Look around the store and see what flower catches your attention." Looking around the room, Arthur spins a few times around, his mind starting to blur, dizziness taking over his decision process. Slowing down, his body turns to a corner of the room with purple-colored daisy flowers.
"The daisies!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing at them like a 3-year-old kid. The lady chuckles as she walks over to them, taking them out of the vase. "They are called Asters. They mean Symbol of Love and Daintiness."
"Well, my dove is dainty and my symbol of love. I'll take them." You watch from the window as Arthur walks back home with flowers in hand, a big smile on his face. The door unlocks, and you make yourself busy by staring blankly at your book as Arthur inches closer, extending his hand which held the flowers. Looking at him, uninterested, he says
"They are called Asters. They are symbols of Love and Daintiness. And to me, you are both. And I am sorry to scare you so much, and I love you."
"....fine. I accept your apologies.Dumbass."
Orm Marius
CALLA LILY : Beauty
Orm had a first relationship with a human. A surface dweller. Someone he held no positive emotions, and yet...he was smitten. So much so that he decided to live with them a few days a week as a start. Orm felt himself stumble into a new world, a world where some souls expressed themself with care, actions, words, or even presents, the most popular being flowers. As Orm walked around town with his chosen love, he saw a flower shop looking at the offers they had. Letting go of Y/n's hand, he walks over using the given time while Y/n's distracted by the fountain waterworks. Stepping closer, he stops at tubular shape flowers.
"They are Calla Lilly. They are extraordinary flowers." the lady working speaks to Orm. "Why are they special?" Orm asks, looking confused at the white flowers.
"They mean beauty. In their own language," she explained.
"The flowers have their own language?"
"Yes, in a way. The flowers you give to your loved ones can be interpreted in a special way beyond the aesthetic." Orm thought for a second before taking out 5 dollars." I have one paper on this currency. Is that enough to cover the whole store?"
The lady laughed at his bluntness as she took the bill and handed him 3 Lillies. "No, but it gives you 3 calla lilies."Orm grunts at his failure but nonetheless smiles as he walks back to Y/n, handing the Lillies.
"These are for you, my beauty."
Joker
YELLOW JASMINE: Grace and Elegance
J tried to keep his job away from you. he tried to divide his "job" away from your eyes, ears, and hands. But it was not something he had complete control over it. Most of the time, he arrived bruised and bloodied while you played nurse. And he wanted to show you in his own way what you mean to him. So he took you in his purple Lamborghini towards the end of the city, a place that would not be considered part of Gotham, a shrouded place, abandoned houses, people looking at you like with a predator-like gaze. Joker held your hand as you walked towards a tiny restaurant you would surely miss if you did not see the small sign at the bottom of the floor spelling out 'Eat in, not out'.
Entering the place, you and J sit next to each other, and you start to ask questions. This wasn't the place where you two would usually go. No glitz and glamour, expensive tiny dishes that would cost an arm and leg, views that would depict the whole Gotham feeling as if you were running the town. It was all swapped with a one-room-sized restaurant without photos, calendars showing the year 2012, and an elderly woman standing in front of you
"Good to see you, J." She spoke her voice gravely, but her perfume was flowery intoxicating
"And you as well, Mrs. Flowerbottom. For tonight I brought my special person here, and I would like your best dish combo."
Mrs. Flowerbottom smiled lovely at you moving back into the kitchen, and you felt just more question bubble in you.
"You come here often?" You asked, looking at him with more question marks in your eyes.
"I was living here at one point. When I had no money when I was younger, I slept on the floor where we are. This place means a lot to me."
While J spoke, Mrs. Flowerbottom brought out chicken soup on a tray, the bowls big enough for 3 people. And next to the food on J's side, she puts flowers with the same sweet perfume Mrs. Flowerbottom was shrouded in. The small clusters of starry, pure-white petals with rich green leaves. J takes them giving them to you.
"I know that I am not good with words, but I have learned that yellow jasmines mean grace and elegance. And I will give you that. By opening myself up and my history with you."
Kissing his lips, you reply, "I would love that."
Duncan Vizla (Polar)
LOTUS FLOWER: Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth
Duncan felt his way of life changed because of you. You two lived in his cabin next to the lake, shrouded in snow, away from people, enjoying nature's ambiance, feeling thankful for the experience you are sharing with your Donut. Duncan felt himself being happy. He enjoys chopping wood outside in the freezing cold, knowing that he is chopping them for a fire where he will sit behind you, telling his stories about when he was 'working' back in the day. But Duncan wasn't too much of a gift-giver. He was still finding himself in this relationship. And while Duncan was chopping wood, he saw you peaking outside the window, a blanket on your shoulder looking so cozy and inviting him in. Seeing you wave and then moving back in the room, Duncan stopped his actions and walked behind the house and behind a few trees into the woods, seeing the small Polly dom he made no bigger than a 1-meter squared cube. Removing the shrouded small man-made pond was holding his hard work. He managed to grow louts flowers in this weather and in this land. But thanks to the guidance of a sweet lady, he did a good job.
"Thank you, Mrs. Flowerbottom." He said into the cold wind. Taking his flowers and putting them in a basket, he walks into his home. The warm ambiance melted off his cold shake. And you see Duncan with a small grin, and you know he did something he shouldn't
"If you killed someone and buried them in the back, I do not want to know, Duncan." Duncan laughs as he hands you the cloth-covered basket.
"I didn't kill anyone, but I did something for you." With a puzzled look, you remove the cloth seeing pink lotus flowers, the fragrance filling your nose."
"When did you buy them?" You asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I didn't. I planted them a few months ago."
"Why louts? They are so hard to grow here."
Duncan sits down, looking at you with a warm smile as he holds your hands, rubbing small circles of comfort.
"Because I learned they mean Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth... which reminds me of you. And a bit of me as well. More so, the rebirth. I feel like a new man with you, with a new life."
Feeling eyes prickle in your eyes, you say with a soft chuckle, "You really know how to make me ugly cry, Donut."
Prompt: hurt/comfort with rogue!
Requested by: @fandoms-forever-united (who else requested hurt/comfort with gray, laxus and sting which i’ll be doing soon!)
Pairing: Rogue Cheney x F!Reader
“Rogue--”
“I just don’t understand what you were thinking.”
“I was thinking I wanted to go on a walk with Frosch,” you frown, shaking your head at him. “What else would I have been thinking?”
Shaking his head, Rogue’s gaze lowers, to the exceed curled up against his side snuggly. Thankfully, Frosch had been left unharmed, which Rogue was incredibly relieved about. But every time he looked at you, you were a completely different story and Rogue was reminded of just how far you’d gone to make sure his little exceed did go unharmed.
I’d never let anyone hurt him.
Those had been your words, and Rogue was so incredibly thankful for them but not if it meant at the expense of your own safety.
Truly, he should’ve been there. You were a capable wizard, an incredibly strong one, but one against six wasn’t something many people could do without any sort of damage. Especially when you were trying to protect Frosch to, and no one was there to protect you. You were living proof of that as Rogue eyed the many bruises and cuts littering your entire body.
“I should’ve been there.”
“Rogue,” you sigh, already tired of this conversation. “It isn’t your fault.”
“But it is,” he stressed, running a hand through his already mussed hair. He hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since he’d spent the first half of the night worried about where you were, with Sting and Yukino trying to calm and placate him, and the other half sitting by your bed as you were bandaged and healed to the best of Yukino’s ability.
And the effects of it all were starting to show on him. Show on you too given how tired and exhausted you felt as well.
“I should’ve gone,” he shakes his head, “I asked, Frosch begged, but I declined you because I wanted to be left alone. And it isn’t right, I shouldn’t treat you like that. I should never treat you like that. And look what happened as result--”
You cut him off by grabbing his hand, squeezing it tightly enough to pull his gaze back on you. You cut his rambling off with a simple look, your eyes red and heavy, and you look so incredibly defeated in that moment as he stares back at you and guilt, even more guilt, festers inside of him when he realizes it’s not just because of your wounds.
“I’m okay,” you whisper, shaking your head desperately as your eyes practically beg him to believe you. “I really am. And Frosch is too.”
The little exceed stirs slightly at the mention of his name, the both of you having not realized how loud you’d been. Frosch’s eyes peel open and he glances from Rogue to you, before his eyes water and he’s pulling away from Frosch falling against you. “Y/N,” he whines, voice soft and quiet as he hugs you tightly, burying his head into your side.
Smiling down at the exceed, you set your hand on top of his head, before glancing up at Rogue; “just come to bed with me, okay?” You whisper, “please?”
That seems to be enough, because with a sigh, Rogue is pulling off his shirt, moving to curl into your other side. He wraps an arm firmly around you, pulling you close, with his hand resting on Frosch, like having the both of you close and in his grasp.
Then, just as the silence settles, and your eyes fall shut, Rogue can’t help but whisper; “I’ll never leave you alone again.”
And you just smile, soft and tired but content because that’s all you really need.
Scott: What?
Logan: *squints*
Y/N: *glances around*
Scott: That’s not possible. You couldn’t be your age.
Jean: Please, he doesn’t look his age.
Logan: *moves closer* What’s your name kid?
Y/N: Y/N...
Logan: Why here?
Y/N: *bites lip* I needed to find you.
Logan: *pulls you away from others* Is something wrong?
Y/N: *shyly shakes head* No...He just wants me to be safe. Not a lot of people know about me, but he doesn’t want to risk it.
Logan: *smirks* Alright kid. I’ll bring you to the Professor.
Y/N: *nervous* He’ll be alright with this?
Logan: He may not trust Victor, but he trusts me.
Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)
MAIN MASTERLIST
Fluff🌺 Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️🔥
5/7 STORIES:
5 Times In Time ❤️🔥🌺
5 Little Things That Mean Love 🌺
5 Types Of Kisses 🌺
MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:
Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.
Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown
Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection
Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love
Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it
When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.
Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business
Having A Shower ❤️🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!
One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit
No Nut November ❤️🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.
ASKS:
Dance The Night Away 🌺how would look if Victor's or Logan's S/O was younger and loved to dance
Remind Me That I Am Old 🌺a headcanon that would describe Logan's or Victor's S/O that liked to poke fun at them for being well...old
Cabin Fever❤️🔥Victor Creed lives in the woods. Reader after taking a walk in the woods gets lead into Victor's cabin and becomes his pet of sorts. He teaches the reader his rules for living with him and the reader breaks them.
Vacation Surprise🌺 requested by: @creedslove Y/n and Victor are on their long-overdue vacation and as they walk on the beach a group of happily married folks plants a confidence seed in Victor to ask Y/n the question of a lifetime.
Scratching🌺 headcanon well about, scratching
The Truth About The Titanic🌺requested by: @creedslove a message that could change a historic moment with Victor playing his part
PMS Pain 🌺 requested by: @creedslove small period pain drabble
Secret Admirer 🌺(teacher!reader) requested by: @creedslove For a while, Y/n has a secret admirer but she can't put a finger on who could it be.
No Boyfriend Here🌩️(sister!reader) Victor turns into a mindless machine making the biggest mistake of his life
Save Me, Neighbour 🌺I was wondering if you could write something for victor where he finds himself worried about his neighbour. They both live in a secluded area and catch a car driving by a lot at night
Speedy Recovery Help 🌺 Victor is there to give you a hand when you feel sick
Stressed Student 🌺 can I request Duncan Vizla, the Joker, Victor Creed and what would they do if they see their s/o down because they're stressed due exams?
DIFFERENT AUs
You Owe Me Dinner(Mobster!AU) date with the most fearsome leader of the Saber clan
DRABBLES FROM MY🧠
Tending To Victor’s Wounds 🌺Y/n plays nurse for Victor
Living Without You Is Like Living Without Air 🌺Victor received a call from the hospital regarding Y/n
NSFW Alphabet❤️🔥
Fluff Alphabet 🌺
Giving Victor Head While He’s On The Phone With Logan❤️🔥
Victor Creed Not Believing He Is In Love🌺
Dating Victor Creed And Being A Dancer 🌺
The Only Thing You’ll Be Wearing Is The Perfume ❤️🔥Victor likes to sniff his girl
Lovely 🌩️ Victor learns to grieve
Helping hand ❤️🔥Victor likes to help
Dance Partner 🌺in my opinion the cutest one shot i have written, absolutely love it-Victor invites you to dance
Get In Already 🌩️a small fight between victor and Y/n
It’s Alright 🌺Y/n has nightmares and wants to cuddle with Victor
Don’t Cry 🌺Y/n hides from everyone for one specific reason
Save Me 🌺🌩️Stryker kidnapped Y/n
Loving You Is A Wish Come True 🌺Victor tries to decorate the Christmas Tree. Keyword: Try.
Celebrating New Year with Victor Creed🌺
It’s Cold, You Should Take My Jacket 🌺Victor being the gentleman that he is he offers his jacket during the cold wintertime
First Date 🌺🌺the fearsome Sabertooth has a first proper date
Spending Christmas with Victor🌺
Victor Spending X-Mas With Y/n’s Family🌺
Kissing Victor Creed Under The Mistletoe🌺
Victor, Meet My Sister🌺
Dinner? 🌺Victor, Y/n, Wade, and Wolverine have dinner together
Come back to bed... 🌺
Story About The Sabertooth🌩️
Victor Creed taking care of you when you have your period🌺
Being A Model And Dating Victor Creed🌺
Wedding Date 🌺
His Dog Tags🌺
Date By The Shore🌺
Now I’m Someone Else Baby~ 🌩️Sabertooth make the worst mistake of his life
Victor’s Jokes🌺
It Wasn't Enough 🌩️Victor sees Y/n with another man after their breakup
I'm Waiting... ❤️🔥
Caught In The ‘Action’ ❤️🔥Wade interrupts
Victor’s Nicknames For You🌺
Being In A Relationship With Victor Creed🌺
A Grey Hair?! 🌺Y/n finds on Victor a grey hair and old man jokes ensue
Victor Meeting Your Mother🌺
Asgardian Mead By The Shore 🌺Y/n stands up for her Victor
Logan Finding Out Victor Has A Girlfriend🌺
Mornings With Victor Creed🌺
🕉️Yoga with Victor🕉️🌺
Drinking Coffee With Victor Creed☕🌺
How Would Victor Creed Kiss🌺❤️🔥
Defenceless 🌺
MULTI-PART STORIES
Cold Truth (PART 1 OF 2) 🌩️Y/n hurts to see Victor move on with another woman
You Didn’t Grieve (PART 2 OF 2) 🌩️🌺Y/n decided to visit Victor on her final visit to discuss his emotionless emotion
PICTURE IMAGINES
Victor Creed Pushing You Against The Wall, Kissing You Drunkenly🌺❤️🔥
Traveling To Istanbul With Victor And Showing Him The Culture🌺
You love your man, but sometimes, it can lead to a breaking point.
Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)
MAIN MASTERLIST
Quill Imagine
Victor Creed
Living the way of mutants and humans was a thin line to follow. Victor felt that he was an animal, proud of his lone wolf ways, finding solace in the hidden corners of the forest around the globe as he traveled from one mission to another. Being on the side of power that wanted to bring respect to mutants, even if their ways were questionable at the very least. And now, it was gone, traded from a role as a teacher, educating younger mutants, having battle quips with some of the twerps that think they are brighter than the 200-year-old Sabertooth. Little things like that stuck in his brain, bits and pieces that he most of the time brought home to his lover and partner. Which, after a while, bred new arguments and fights. Something which both sides did not like. Tension bubbled, and Victor felt himself dive back into his ways of thinking.
'You would NOT understand my pain!!'
'Of course, I do not know since you don't communicate anymore. Victor, please, this has been going on for way too long; talk to me! ...Tell me so I can understand.'
'Even if I told you your human brain is too stunned to comprehend.'
'What?! Why are you talking like this? Do not talk to me like that.'
'And what are you going to do?! You are no match for me.' with that, Victor knew he had crossed a line he didn't think he would cross, ever.
'I will not be treated like this! You are on your own now.'
You spoke, starting to distance yourself away from the raging mutant. Placing permanent distance between each other, leaving love to stop in its tracks.
Loki Laufeyson
For him, his heritage was a silent trigger in his mind. Whenever his blue skin showed itself unexpectedly, his manners would shift, not speaking to anyone not even his love. Which would, in return, create silence so loud it could break your heart. And it did. The silence brought no mature way to deal with it. You tried to comfort him, offering hugs, kisses, and soft touches to the broken god, but each time at the offer, Loki would pull away and even sometimes roar at the devotion.
'Do not touch me! How many times do I have to tell you?!'
'I am just...trying to help.' The last part can be only whispered at the raging man
'Do not help me. Leave me alone.'
Loki turns away, walking away as you tried to do it to your best ability, but if he wanted help, he would accept it. Maybe it was time to leave him...alone. Sometimes the best thing you can do is remove yourself from the situation and let love stop in its tracks.
Thor Odinson
Thor fancied traveling, exploring new places, and new people, and having exhilarating adventures. Thor would leave on a whim sometimes, even most of the time, without saying where he is going or when he is coming back. Each time Thor would come back cheery as ever, retelling his stories to you with the same gleam, not understanding what he left behind and expects when he came back. You would communicate what you felt, from the sudden 180 from having him in youR arms to an empty apartment and waiting each day and night, wishing that this is the moment when he will come back. So when he came back, Thor did not read the room.
'Do you not like the story?'
With a heavy sigh, you hoped that it would be obvious. 'No-no, the story about you riding a giant goat sounds like great fun. But, Thor, do you know how I feel? Waiting for you here? Hoping that you will arrive, hoping that you will send a message that you are okay? At least that...'
Thor treks back, his eyes widening in puzzlement. 'I do not understand, dearest when I was in Asgard, my family would not grumble regarding my adventures.'
Relying back upon confusion from your side, they speak with a sharp tone, 'Thor...I know that. But this is not Asgard. This is our home. I know that your family got unfortunately reduced to myself, but what we have is a relationship. And our relationship should be based on communication. Therefore when you leave at the very least, very minimum, let me know.'
Thor took one more step back, feeling his confusion start to simmer. 'What do you mean? I thought that our bond was powerful.' Thor withdrew, looking at his lover.
'It IS strong, but this, like this, your last-second adventure, are things that can chip away at this life we have. I don't want that.'
Thor looks at you, seeing the ping of confusion on your face now 'I am a god. A god goes whenever the path takes them. My heart told me at that moment to go and explore a new corner of the realm. Experience a new life there, fresh cultures, exciting quests and help the less fortunate there, to let them know they have a god...' Thor started to ramble on his reasons for making such a bold move, and in a second, he struck in the wrong path '...explore new lovers there.'
What?
You and Thor look at each other, and you feel a small ping in your heart. Not wanting to say it out loud, but still going to walk in your truth.
'While your heart told you to do all those things.... did it ever think of me and my heart?' Standing up, you spoke into the viscous silence that started to settle heavily on Thor's shoulders, 'Me and my heart won't take you back. Our love has stopped because of your adventures.'
Steve Rogers
Steve was continuously on a mission, rarely home. And when he was home, it was almost a designated time for him to do all the things he couldn't do back when he was living, meaning going to 1900s museums, dinners, activities, and so on... but one thing Steve was always stuck with was Peggy. More times than not, Steve would catch himself saying Peggy's name instead of yours. Which would create disharmony. Steve would play it off, hoping you would understand where he is coming from. Creating fights and blowouts as you were trying to get your point across to Steve.
'Steve, I understand that Peggy was your girl then, but now I am here. Don't call her name when you call me. We don't even have similar names.'
'You are telling me to suppress an important part of my life. You, of all people, should understand what kind of pressure I go through when I am on a mission. So when I come here, I mostly blow off some steam, and my brain mixes everything. Hence, the name mixing.' Steve argued his point coming across less and less, dipping more into the black hole that was forming between the lovers. 'What if the roles would be reversed Steve, hm? What if I said my ex's name instead of yours?'
'Oh, for the love of god. Please, not that gender-role-reversal crap. Back in my day...'
'Stop!' It roared in Steve's ears, the way the word just shouted in his ear, halting his words.
'If your brain is still in the past. Then you can live through it by yourself. As much as I give myself to you and your activities so you can "relive" your "golden days," even though you have been willing and ready to make a life together, you still want to go back. And that is completely fine, but you could have told me that and not strung me along all this time.'
Steve sat back, hearing and feeling the wave of emotions falling into a black hole, growing more and more and very soon encapsulating Steve, losing himself forever.
Bucky Barnes
Bucky consistently feared everything and everyone. Not a lot of moments in his lifetime offer solace and peace. But you tried your best to give him a piece of the comfort and love you felt for him every day. Bucky tried to dissociate from everyone, including you, and the moments you shared with him, cooking, knitting, reading, you name it, his brain was always halfway turned off, and you really can not blame him. You tried your best to understand the poor soul; you really did! But when he was zoned like that, he tended to be more jumpy and scared, resulting in a fiery shout directed at you.
'Dammit! You scared me!'
Turning into a frigid zone, no talking, no touching for 1 hour, as Bucky instructed. And that rule made it hell for you; you thrived off of physical touch!
'I am just saying that I am here, Buck. You do NOT have to be alone. You have me, for crying out loud.'
'You would not understand what I went through. And with all my scars, I am fearful how I will live like this.'
'I can not phantom what you went through, Bucky. But the reason we are in this relationship is to be with each, enjoy each other's company, touch each other, and just- just let everything be, no past, no future-just us; together.'
Getting your point into his thick skull, Bucky's eyes winded in anger and misinterpretation. 'So what you are saying is to forget myself. To be no one?! To be just an insignificant speck on this planet and forget my hurdles and trauma. Like you?!'
Looking at him, you felt the ripple of sadness coloring your veins; there was no way Bucky thought that about you, someone who he loved, cherished, and most importantly trusted, was he?
'Is-is that what you think about...me?! '
'Yes!' He boomed the answer without a second thought, sealing this chapter for the both of you. Looking at him, you come close to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek respond in a hush, loud enough to be engraved in his brain.
'Remember this kiss, because it is the last sincere thing you will feel. Until you come to terms with yourself, James.'
With that, you left the room knowing that the best option was to leave him if he wished so letting your love stop in its tracks.
Bruce Wayne
Bruce always thought that he wasn't made for relationships, the man dressed like a bat, for goodness sake. Therefore, when you two got together, you raised Dick from a small baby boy with the fattest cheeks that were just screaming to be pinched to a teenager going through his phase of 'begging secretive,' although I don't know how much you can get secretive if you are a superhero and being mentored by Batman. A few years perished, you would have thought that Batman was more open to having a partner in his house, not ours, his. But no. Bruce would hole up in his cave and not talk to anyone, not even Alfred, if he was working on anything. And that fueled sleepless nights resorting for you to give him the cold shoulder but masking it in front of Dick to appear as if everything is okay. Which in hindsight, would bite you in the ass when you would feel yourself crack under the façade.
'Alfred? Why is Mom crying?'
'That... Master Richard is hard to explain. The best we can do is give her a hug and reassure her that everything is okay.'
The hug would help in a 'band-aid over a bullet wound' type of way, but nonetheless, it helped. What didn't help was Bruce and his stoicism. No matter what emotion you chuck at him or say, he would just stand coldly.
'Bruce! Just come out of this forsaken cave. For one hour! For Dick! For me! For Alfred!'
'I told you. I have a case. I can not leave the cave just yet.' He spoke in a stern tone, not moving an octave higher or lower.
'You have been in here for 6 days. This is borderline madness. I forgot your touch.' You responded, feeling your body tremble with unhappiness and uprising anger. 'I have been nothing but patient, but nothing can make you move. I tried, I really, really, really tried. But you gave me nothing!'
Stepping away, you see Bruce's eyes dilate slightly at your discouraged-filled sentences, but now it is too late. As you were going up the stairs, Dick stepped out of the shadows looking at his father.
'Are you just going to stand there?'
Bruce looks at the boy feeling his heart twist in the same way yours was feeling your shared love stop in its tracks.
Clark Kent
Clark moved on when Lois found a new guy to be with. By finding you. Being with you, making a life together, living together in Metropolis. Finding yourself with him. Clark was a sweetheart and still is, to the bone. But when you are such a sweetheart, there are bounds where you will trip up because of your niceness. For Clark, it would be the ability to say no to Lois when she calls for help. Be it a heroic save from a no-name villain to a minuscule task such as carrying furniture up 5 flights of stairs, where she moved in with her new boyfriend.
'Clark, you have to stop helping her so much.'
'I couldn't say no. When she asked me so nice-'
'She has a man! He can do all those things. You are my man!'
'What are you saying?! I should have let her plummet to death when she was falling?'
'That's not my point, Clark. What I am saying is... she is your past. I am your present.'
Clark stood up, hugging you gently, reassuring you with a soft touch, 'You have to understand that she will always be my past. Someone I still very much love.'
Hearing that you pushed him away, you felt a coil snap in your heart, nudging you in the direction where you opted you would not go. 'What?! Lois broke your heart and left you all alone to pick up the pieces, and you still love her?'
'She didn't know what she was doing. I told her how I felt, and we mended that.' More actions came to light 'When?! You never mentioned that to me. Clark... what are you hiding?!'
Clark moved away, seeing what effect all of this had on you, heartbreak in sight. 'Nothing! Just Lois and I talked it over and decided to move friends. Nothing more!'
Looking to the side, you could not see him anymore; your emotions got the better of you. 'You are saying that just now. Do you understand how much jealousy and insecurity I have to press down when I see you going to Lois first and not me? Have you tried to think how I would feel?! All the time, I was really supportive and understanding, but I am human, and my other emotions would boil if this continued, and it did. I gave you so much grace hoping you would understand by yourself. But you did, and look where we are now.'
Looking at him, you saw his eyes dim with hopelessness. 'So what are you saying? That we-' '-yes, we have no future. But maybe your past can help you pick up the pieces.'
Arthur Curry
Arthur is a hunk of a man. He attracted people of all genders and orientations. He is a beef magnet. Arthur knew his charm, but he was oblivious to how it affected you. Whoever was flirting with Arthur, it made you a bit mad when Arthur would return the flirt even when you were with him.
#154th time
'Babe, if I am nice to the barmen, we will get free drinks.'
#484th time
'No worries, toots. The woman there is smoking hot, but I am still yours.'
Arthur tried to reassure you, but all that would fall on deaf ears by the time you saw it for the 500th time.
'Arthur, you have to stop. I am uncomfortable seeing you flirt with other people while I am with you.'
'When did I do that?' He would ask as if all of that did not happen 3 hours ago, 'You are messing with me, right?! You were flirting with the girl outside the bar while I was getting the car!'
'Oh, that?! That doesn't count.' He retired, saying a small pfft.
'Sorry? And when "does it count"?' You asked, feeling genuine curiosity mixed with rage
'Only when I get something free out of it.'
it took you a second to comprehend was he was saying and what he was speaking
'So you mean you do it all the time, but most of the time, you do it to gain something you can very easily buy?'
Arthur takes a second to realize and says deadpanned, 'Yes.'
Losing all hope in the merman before you, you just left, leaving him to his own consequences. Letting your silence speak louder than his words could ever, letting him know that your love has stopped in its tracks.
Orm Marius
Orm never would have thought in a million centuries that he would leave his birthright of being a king to be with you. That decision weighed heavily on his shoulders and heavier on yours. As you were described to others as 'the reason Orm left him throne' sometimes it was spoken with a devoted ping but sometimes with a bitter punch. And that decision was not yours; it never was. It was his. Orm just wasn't ready to admit it. Creating a toxic atmosphere in your household. You were mostly quiet on the matter, hoping that Orm would digest it like an adult man, while Orm was boasting about his accomplishments in Atlantis and always ending with a bitter 'And now I am here.'
'Orm, if you feel that way. You are free to go. I am not some anchor that will keep you here against your will. Plus, we all know YOU chose to come here. I did not put a gun to your head and force you to come here. I had no problem having a long-distance relationship. YOU were the one who wanted to escape that throne and those responsibilities.'
Orm strode to you, feeling disassociated with himself. 'I beg your pardon! The reason I came here was to be with you! Because I love you.'
'I know you do. But every time we talked about your royal duties, you always mention what kind of mental toll they had on you, so much that you started to lose your hair from the stress.'
Orm looked at you as if a film playing before him; you were right. But he was not ready to fall back.
'You are the one at fault!' He argued, trying to stick to his points that stood on wobbly legs. 'Me?! How??!' You rebutted, ready to stand your ground firmly. 'You and your heritage! Why did you have to be a surface dweller?! Why did you even have to be born?!' He screamed at you, unleashing the avalanche he formed
'How-how can you say that? You said you loved me moments ago,and now you don't want me on this earth?'
Pacing back, you turn towards the balcony overlooking the ocean, just a few steps ahead. Opening the balcony door, you step aside, saying with a bittersweet sound, 'Here! You can go! I won't hold you back, Orm. It was never my intent to make you so miserable. But when you realize that I was right, don't come back running to me.
Joker(Suicide Squad)
J never intended to have you in his life, someone so typical. Not corrupted, not willing to rob a bank or squishy an ant. You were an angel, and he wanted to corrupt you, but then he knew it would lose parts that made you so distinct and memorable to him. J never tortured you or forced you to do anything. But he did leave you alone while he wreaked havoc in the city. Locking you in the "safe" castle prison while he rampaged Gotham. At first, it wasn't a big deal; after a while, it was like a panic attack that you had to suffer alone in the ample lustrous space.
'J, can you not lock me next time. It really weighs heavy on me. Please stop.'
'Angel, you being locked here is for your own good. What if someone tries to take you away?'
'And me being locked away will keep them away?'
'You are right! From tomorrow I will add a safe and code lock on the doors and windows.'
'No! J! You can not do this to me! Every time you leave, you lock me in. I feel like I haven't been outside for days now.'
'It was exactly 6 days.'
'J, you have to let me out! I am not someone who is okay with staying in here.'
J started to laugh uncontrollably, looking at you like you are the crazy one 'You are acting like you didn't know, pet. HA! Did you seriously think you would not have some "conditions" to be with me???!!!'
Looking back at him, it dawned on you just now. J wasn't the one going mad, you were. Being locked up in here like some twisted life routine. You had to cut this twist now and forever.
'I do not wish to be with someone who gives me solitude J.'
Standing up you walk out of the room, hearing J yelling at you, 'Do NOT forget how good of a life you had with me and in this golden cage!'
Trying to assemble his thoughts, J halts all his actions feeling his love stop.
Duncan Vizla
Duncan looked at the snow-covered window watching as you walked out of your truck and into your shared home with the retired assassin.
'Hey, Donut! I'm back. I found the cutest dog ever, a mix of poodle and french bulldog; his name was Mocha. So freaking cute.'
As you explained your day to Duncan, he asks you, cutting the cheery atmosphere short 'No one was following you, dove? Did you check your surroundings?'
A little stumped at the change of atmosphere you spoke with a tint of lie 'Yes. all clear.'
Duncan raises an eyebrow seeing your smile drop 'Liar.'
'Fine, yeah. I didn't check my surroundings but I was extremely careful and I only went to the famers market and petted Mocha.'
Duncan sighs loudly filling the room with his anxiousness. 'It was fine and-' 'It's not fine. You could have been hurt. Someone could have taken you.'
Placing your hand on his you try to soothe him 'IT WAS fine, Ducan. No one is after me. No one is after you. You can relax. We are together here now.'
'You do not understand my fear. Every time I walk out I feel their eyes on me and I do not want you to feel that. I just want you to be safe.'
'Duncan, and I am. When I am with you. Please calm down and let us just enjoy this day.' you talked to him, trying to reason with him but not much was going up his walls.
'Do not downplay my emotions. You would not understand the fear I have to harbor to keep it away from You. To keep you happy and live in this fantasy.'
'What?! How can you say that?? All my feelings towards you are sincere Duncan, I have told you many times that we can talk whenever and about whatever you wanted. I gave myself to you and help you overcome your past life.'
You rebutted looking at him, trying to get your points across and into his thick skull.
'Don't downplay me, little girl! You watch who you are talking to.' Duncan shouted, making you come to a standstill.
How could he talk to you like that? And downsize you to a small girl. You aren't helpless. You aren't dumb, far from it. You are more than capable of walking away right this instant.
'You will not talk to me like that Duncan. And you will not minuscule me. I do not care what you have gone through if you will tear me like that, and talk to me like that. No one will talk to me like that and you will finally learn that what you say hurts far more than a weapon can.'
Walking out, you look at the snowstorm coming in, sealing your fate far away from Duncan.
